My happiness with life deteriorated and deteriorates

I think if they drive me to suicide they’ll get their wish, damned eternally and finally their friend. I don’t see why I’m different, except I am judged constantly, endlessly, obviously, to the point of wanting to die, and all I get is weak weak weak.

Published by: Elaine M

I’m a magical 44 year old who bargains she will experience joy and happiness someday and has aversion to the great pain and suffering from the past, who longs for the enlightenment of all in a gentle and loving way.

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